Conversation

[We drive by a garage sale featuring a giant triceratops.]

That is indescribably awesome.

    You are categorically forbidden to bring that thing home.

But it is made of awesome.

    You are categorically forbidden to bring that thing home.

I would keep it in my room. [NB: The room in question is about 50 square feet. Tiny tiny tiny.]

    You are categorically forbidden to bring that thing home.

I could hang it from the ceiling.

    You are categorically forbidden to bring that thing home.

I could get rid of my bed.

    You are categorically forbidden to bring that thing home.

I could put my bed in diagonally so I had room for it.

    You are categorically forbidden to bring that thing home.

This must mean that you hate America.

    Can I blog this conversation?

If I can have the triceratops.

    When you stoop to bribery, you lose the right to determine what I write about you on my blog.

Okay, you can blog this.

    Thanks.

But why do you hate America?

Comments

[Lilian]

:D Hilarious!!

[Celeste]

Way cool to immortalize this moment! FWIW I think your son is made of awesome.

[Kristin]

I would have had to physically retrain the Boy AND the Husband if we'd seen a giant triceratops at a yard sale.

Truth is, in fact, I would likely have failed, and we would have ended up becoming the proud owners of the world's greatest lawn ornament...because I would have to agree that it was made of awesome. (As is your son.)

[JaneC]

I presume this is about your son? Because, in my house, this would be about my husband. Or possibly me--except that I would talk about bringing such a thing home but never actually do it. He, on the other hand, absolutely would.

[marciemiller]

He's listening to political call-in shows on the radio, isn't he?